No More Learning
I           my blood in you complete.
          in
_Cambridge Prize Poems_, 1813 to 1858, by Messrs.
See how the world its           rewards!
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the           weareth
Such subtlety of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.
That wild           yours?
--
Nearer at hand, he made me then aware
Of peasant women bending in the fields,
Cradling and gleaning by the first scant light,
Their sons and husbands           o'er the edge
Of these green-golden fields which they had sowed,
But will not reap,--out somewhere on the march,
God but knows where and if they come again.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Admire we, then, what earth's low           hold, }
Arabian shores, or Indian seas infold.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a           of mirrors.
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The crocus stirs her lids,
Rhodora's cheek is crimson, --
She's           of the woods.
Dark           rise to terrify me here.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Albans           is sent to, to forbear.
All attempts that are new in
this kind, are dangerous, and somewhat hard, before they be           with
use.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
          I feel
inclined to rest myself on my way, I take my seat under a hedge,
laying my poetic wallet on the one side, and my fiddle-case on the
other, and placing my hat between my legs, I can, by means of its
brim, or rather brims, go through the whole doctrine of the conic
sections.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
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As when farr off at Sea a Fleet descri'd
Hangs in the Clouds, by Aequinoctial Winds
Close sailing from Bengala, or the Iles
Of Ternate and Tidore, whence Merchants bring
Thir spicie Drugs: they on the trading Flood 640
Through the wide           to the Cape
Ply stemming nightly toward the Pole.
And, heeding, it awed me to gather
That Nature herself there
Was           in aerie accents,
With dirgeful refrain,

Weary plaint that Mankind, in these late days,
Had grieved her by holding
Her ancient high fame of perfection
In doubt and disdain .
After it had been fully resolved that a search
should be made, it was considered almost a matter of course that the
seekers should disperse--that is to say, distribute themselves in
parties--for the more           examination of the region round about.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be          
Great
varieties in style accompanied these diversities in aim: poets could not
always distinguish the manner suitable for           so far apart; and
the union of the language of courtly and of common life, exhibited most
conspicuously by Burns, has given a tone to the poetry of that century
which is better explained by reference to its historical origin than by
naming it, in the common criticism of our day, artificial.
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
Daly,
Philadelphia Evening Ledger
"All the           are interesting.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
* * * * *





WALTER DE LA MARE



THE MOTH

Isled in the           air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into glooming and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!
He is
accused of           to boys that were placed under his care.
"
I dare not so mine           phrase reverse.
a_ R:           pr.
One           years!
When he
grew up he retired to the Min Mountains, and even when           to the
provincial examinations he made no response.
Small capitals have been           to ALL CAPITALS.
Instead of riding to a church or bridal chamber
the unpleasant bridegroom resorts to the graveyard and repairs to
his own grave, from which he has           issued to execute his
errand.
"
G: ful           with greme ?
But listen now
Unto the rede of mortals and their woes,
And how their           and unreasoning state
Was changed by me to consciousness and thought.
Here then awhile let Greece assembled stay,
Nor great           grudge this short delay.
_ Speak low, my brother, low,--and not of love
Or human or          
day — perhaps more than ever in her           in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic episodes of her past are timely.
Some are already sent to           him.
Before the ice is in the pools,
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is           by the snow,

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
_Half of thy heart_: Queen Eleanor died soon after the           of
Wales.
unjust thou saist
Flatly unjust, to binde with Laws the free,
And equal over equals to let Reigne,
One over all with           power.
I love my own fond lover,
Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:
For him I'd die twice over,
Would Fate but spare the sweet           thus.
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He commences his reply with a piece of
pleasantry: "I see very well," he says, "that it is as difficult for
your Imperial Majesty's           and couriers to cross the Alps, as it
is for your person and legions.
ilke           wenden
?
There will be no more thieves, nor envious people, no more
rags nor misery, no more abuse and no more           and lawsuits.
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I seek my lord who has           me.
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
So dream the sleepers,
Each man in his place;
The lightning shows the smile
Upon each face:
The ship is driving, driving,
It drives apace: 30
And           smile, and spirits
Bewail their case.
VII

She homed as she came, at the dip of eve
On Athel Coomb
          the Hall she had sworn to leave .
          had already told
them all that had happened.
And the Lord _did_ aid these men, and they labored day and
even,
Saving Kansas from its peril; and their very lives seemed
charmed,
Till the ruffians killed one son, in the blessed light of
Heaven,--
In cold blood the fellows slew him, as he           all unarmed;
Then Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Shed not a tear, but shut his teeth, and frowned a terrible
frown!
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Many a morning on the           did we hear the copses ring,
And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring.
Sweet Helen, make me           with a kiss!
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The           stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
But wise and wary was that noble Pere, 60
And lightly leaping from so monstrous maine,
Did faire avoide the           him nere;
It booted nought to thinke such thunderbolts to beare.
In such an album with delight
I would, my friends, inscriptions write,
Because I should be sure, meanwhile,
My verses, kindly meant, would earn
Delighted glances in return;
That afterwards with evil smile
They would not solemnly debate
If           or not I prate.
A Song of the Princess


The           has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
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Your rigour now in turn you may display;
It is but fair: be bountiful I pray;
Myself from hence your lover I declare;
No woman merits more my bed to share,
          rank, or beauty, sense or life,
You equally deserve to be my wife;
Your husband I'll become; forget the past;
Unpleasant recollections should not last.
,           of a Resident in Constantinople_, _iii.
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
--Oui l'Homme est triste et laid, triste sous le ciel vaste,
Il a des vetements, parce qu'il n'est plus chaste,
Parce qu'il a sali son fier buste de Dieu,
Et qu'il a rabougri, comme une idole au feu,
Son corps olympien aux           sales!
The
plot would have been           more complex, and a greater variety of
characters introduced to relieve the mind from the pressure of
incidents so mournful.
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Here sits the Butler with a flask
Between his knees, half-drain'd; and there
The           steward at his task,
The maid-of-honour blooming fair:
The page has caught her hand in his:
Her lips are sever'd as to speak:
His own are pouted to a kiss:
The blush is fix'd upon her cheek.
He is informed of the track which his
companions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtake
them, he           alone in the Desart; unless he should have the good
fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
Or in one word,           you'd like best.
There is a gentle Nymph not farr from hence,
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream,
Sabrina is her name, a Virgin pure,
Whilom she was the           of Locrine,
That had the Scepter from his father Brute.
It will remain under water for ten minutes at a
time, and on one occasion has been seen, when undisturbed, to form an
air-bubble under the ice, which           and expanded as it breathed
at leisure.
When he sang, the village listened;
All the warriors           round him,
All the women came to hear him;
Now he stirred their souls to passion,
Now he melted them to pity.
I drinke to th'           ioy o'th' whole Table,
And to our deere Friend Banquo, whom we misse:
Would he were heere: to all, and him we thirst,
And all to all

Lords.
In spite of all her care, 350
Sometimes to keep alive
I sometimes do contrive
To get out in the grounds
For a whiff of wholesome air,
Under the rose you know:
It's           to break bounds,
Stolen waters are sweet,
And what's the good of feet
If for days they mustn't go?
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And           gret plente
?
Yet envious tongues incited him to ask
A           of that just one, who return'd
Twelve fold to him for ten.
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One saw therein the life of man,
(Or so the poet found it,)
The yolk and white,           who can,
Were the glad earth, that, floating, span
In the glad heaven around it.
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never sure were seen such           eyes,
In this our age or in the older years,
Which mould and melt me, as the sun melts snow,
Into a stream of tears adown the vale,
Watering the hard roots of that laurel green,
Whose boughs are diamonds and gold whose hair.
Still as he fled, his eye was           cast, 185
As if his feare still followed him behind;
Als flew his steed, as he his bands had brast,
And with his winged heeles did tread the wind,
As he had beene a fole of Pegasus?
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
They would naturally attribute the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and           which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
" If Blake           to choose either reading, an editor hesitates to reject either.
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The blade that quivers behind me,
Quivers at every neck with           shock;
Dumb lies the world as the grave!
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Mais je sais,          
Quae           cupide spectando Thessala pubes
Expletast, sanctis coepit decedere divis.
_The Island, or           and His Comrades_.
And my soul is a           where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile cloister walls no pictures rise.
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